I remember emotional points, touch the bruises, and swim in the revelation. However, I have a terrible memory for dates. At what age did I learn to ride a bike? When was my first road trip? Even important moments, like when did my son take his first steps? When did he begin using complete sentences? Or when did he start, really start, to tell me the stories that play though his imagination? Marcus just turned 27 and I think I’ve been saying “for over ten years” for three, maybe four, years.

Last week Google led me to a letter written by a 5th grader that rocked my world.

The letter was a state level winner of the Letters About Literature contest sponsored by the Library of Congress. It was written to author Beth Vrabel about her book, Pack of Dorks. I was previously unaware of this chapter book series. Although I don’t know how, because they appear to